Peace and Truth for Corbyn

Oh what timing he got, the man who would try peace and truth.

Winning the vote that presides without power, yet..

Too late to stand and stop the card of the mirrorless man.

From being marked with a heartbreaking cross.

As again the man who would try peace and truth.

Resides alone in a house with right in his sight.

The history that will soon enough say with proof.

Oh what tragic timing he got.

This man who did try, to bring peace, and truth.

S A S 

 Oh You and your S A S selecting ways

Your so tough i swear i could swoon

Bet you have he who dares on your pyjamas

And no cuddles allowed on your vest

Because your mum doesn’t know what’s best

And learning to kill in many secret ways

Isn’t at all like children playing action man at war

I’m sure


All the thing i ever said.  by Paul Roberts


Looked at a photo last weekof a young man who did seek

to find some knowledge or wisdom

or discovering in drugs a kingdom

inside a barely informed mind

searching blindly for those of a kind

though incense shone in his eyes

still too young to buy the lies

oblivious to his own good looks

busy burying his head in books

only later did his brain freak

and his mind start to leak

leading to fixation on freedom

concentrating and consumed by income

his brain it had become entwined

as with the devil he had signed

he stopped looking at the whys

began to develop the disguise

that he continued to wear proudly

busy shouting his truth loudly

he awoke scratching at his beak

it will be okay with a tweak

just don’t get caught out by the boredom

or a lasting longing for some opium

in empty space there is nothing to find

not wise we find out we are blind

to the glory of air fire and ground

hiding ourselves from the sound

of the voices loudly in my head

and all the things I ever said

Paul Roberts

Why again?

Sorry about the delay they say

We’ll try to get you back from Egypt’s fortified resort

But not today how we tried

All we can say is sorry

Some plane exploded, and real people died

Yet only their family sigh and cry


I wish more and more for world wide dementia

Because i think it’s worth a try

Will they still kill each other

If they can’t remember why?

Have a nice day.  by Spike Milligan

‘Help, help, ‘ said a man. ‘I’m drowning.’

‘Hang on, ‘ said a man from the shore.

‘Help, help, ‘ said the man. ‘I’m not clowning.’

‘Yes, I know, I heard you before.

Be patient dear man who is drowning,

You, see I’ve got a disease.

I’m waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.

So do be patient please.’

‘How long, ‘ said the man who was drowning. ‘Will it take for the Doc to arrive? ‘

‘Not very long, ‘ said the man with the disease. ‘Till then try staying alive.’

‘Very well, ‘ said the man who was drowning. ‘I’ll try and stay afloat.

By reciting the poems of Browning

And other things he wrote.’

‘Help, help, ‘ said the man with the disease, ‘I suddenly feel quite ill.’

‘Keep calm.’ said the man who was drowning, ‘ Breathe deeply and lie quite still.’

‘Oh dear, ‘ said the man with the awful disease. ‘I think I’m going to die.’

‘Farewell, ‘ said the man who was drowning.

Said the man with the disease, ‘goodbye.’

So the man who was drowning, drownded

And the man with the disease past away.

But apart from that,

And a fire in my flat,

It’s been a very nice day.

Spike Milligan

The Soldiers at Lauro  by Spike Milligan

Young are our dead

Like babies they lie

The wombs they blest once

Not healed dry

And yet – too soon

Into each space

A cold earth falls

On colder face.

Quite still they lie

These fresh-cut reeds

Clutched in earth

Like winter seeds

But they will not bloom

When called by spring

To burst with leaf

And blossoming

They sleep on

In silent dust

As crosses rot

And helmets rust.

Spike Milligan

For Palm Oil?

For palm oil then?

The reason behind the suffering!

To put in a product for the purpose of profit?

Are you all mad?

Do you sleep soundly listening to the cry’s

As another gentle animal dies!

leaving it’s young to starve and paw the ground.

For palm oil then?

You mad selfish faceless bastards!

Will have to answer at some time..

For this crime!

Favourite Sim’s Sisters 

The first of the Sims sisters i saw was Jackie.

We met on the stairs half way up the canal bar.

It was at Nicky’s wedding, as i had just walked in when i met Jackie on the stairs.

After a minute it felt like i’d known her for years, the first Sims sister that i met on the stairs.

The second Sims sister I saw was of course Nicky.

She was busy getting married, but i remember her poking me in the chest.

I felt it right through to my vest, but knew what she meant.

And the message the poke sent.

Now i think of her as my friend.

Even though in the hurry.

I couldn’t help take down.

Her tent x
With affection pauliepaul